Coney Island: A Day in Paradise
1977-2000 Photographs of people on the Coney Island, Brooklyn beach and boardwalk.
Coney Island
When I first arrived in New York City, I lived somewhere in the borough of Brooklyn. That would be 1965. Getting home after work from the West Village was a roll of dice. In the haste of rush hour, naive and confused, I often jumped on the first train that said “Brooklyn”. That train ride would go on for what seemed forever. The last stop was Coney Island on the southern tip on the sea’s edge. I was fascinated with this amusement park.
Years later with camera I didn't see amusement, but I did see a tired humanity of immigrants and working-class families shedding the weight of their lives in the breezes of sea and sand.